Fated To The Lycan Brothers
Chapter 113

Suri Nightingale

It's been three months, five days, and a few hours since the first second I decided to stay here.

To stay in the castle where my father, step mother, and half brother lived. A humongous castle, to be specific, with acres of land I have yet to discover and explore, rooms of various entertainment that would make even the ones in the rich people's lair seem like middle class, and so much more that even after staying here for months, I still replace myself getting lost in.

But it wasn't the material things and whatnot that really amazed me in a land I didn't know existed, let alone I was a part of.

No, it was the people, the wolves, everyone who lived in the castle and even outside in the small villages around us, that all treated me kindly and always made me feel at home the best that they could.

And I did feel at home.

Because my boys and Keith were with me.

"Think fast!"

The voice came from out of nowhere, but my reflexes were much better, allowing me to snap my head towards the flying football and grab it before it hit the window right behind me.

Wes was giving me a wide and proud smile. "Good catch, angel."

I shot him an unamused glare. "If I had missed it, you would have broken a window, Wes."

He walked up to me, topless as per usual, and cupped my right cheek with his warm hand. "But I knew you wouldn't miss it because you're you."

Ugh, this attractive a*****e is trying to flirt his way out of this!

(It's working.)

And by the time Wes has leaned closer to my lips, I am nothing but eager for him to keep going until there is not a centimeter of a distance between us.

"I want to kiss you," he whispered, the warmth of his breath against mine making me shudder ever so slightly.

I wondered what Wes was trying to do here because he wasn't really ever the type to ask. He knew that I wanted him as much as he wanted me-maybe even more so-and he didn't have to ask. None of them did. They owned my lips and could do whatever they pleased, for the most part.

"You know my answer to that..." I told him, my eyes stuck to his gorgeous and luscious lips that it was almost unfair that his lips looked better than mine, but I know he'd argue about that.

Wes grinned. "I just want you to say yes. I want to hear you want me."

Ah, and there is my answer. My hopeless romantic boyfriend who refuses to admit that he is.

I licked my lips, making sure to purposely touch his for a split second and the low groan that rumbled from his chest ignited a fire in me, much unlike the continuously dropping cold temperature around us.

"Then yes. I want you, and I definitely want you to kiss me, too."

His eyes twinkle at my words just before he moved his hand to the back of my neck and pushed me closer to him.

"Good," he said as his lips brushed mine. "Because that's all I've ever wanted. You are all I've ever wanted."

The moment our lips collided, a gasp escaped me that Wes quickly swallowed. He kisses me once, twice, and over and over until I am too lost in it to count. The low hums in his throat tells me that he's enjoying this, and my body responds to this as I feel a familiar aching underneath me.

When Wes starts to tease me with his tongue, I felt my heart beat faster and louder.

His one hand is still at the back of my neck, gripping me closer as if he doesn't ever want me to be anywhere else, and the other caressing my face.

I love his touch. I love his lips. I love him. I-

All of a sudden, Wes pulled away and I'm panting, trying to catch my breath and I know the disappointment is obvious on my face.

"What? What is it? Why did you stop?" I asked him before looking around to see if anybody had appeared, if anybody had caught us kissing, but there was no one. "Nobody's here," Wes answered my suspicion.

Then why did he-

"You're crying, angel." Wes pointed out just before his hand came up to my cheek and he gently swiped on it, and just like he said, I felt the wetness on my skin.

What the hell? I didn't even notice.

And then it hit me like a tidal wave.

I must have been so overwhelmed by kissing Wes, all the emotions coming to me at the same time and at the back of my mind, the thought of almost losing them and then us be ing apart again has me confused and just... all over the place.

"Oh," I said, turning away and wiping my eyes, embarrassed by my emotional instability. "I'm sorry," I mumbled.

Wes tilted my face back to face him and he gave me a soft smile. "You have nothing to be sorry about, angel. Come here."

He pulled me closer to him and his arms wrapped around me, pulling me so close I could feel his heart beating in his chest and there is nothing better than being in the arms of one of my boys.

I guess, unless it was in the arms of all three of my boys.

"Everything is fine now, Suri. Atlas, Dev, and I are all healed because of you. Those undeserving bastards have been ripped to shreds. You managed to replace your father, and you have your own family now, too. Everything is totally and absolutely fine." Wes said in a calming tone as he gently stroked the back of my head and held onto me tight.

And he was right.

Those things did happen and my boys are fine, which is the most important part.

"There's just one thing not quite right with what you said, though." I told Wes and he looked down at me with a raised brow.

I can't help but smile widely. "I always had a family even before I found Aragorn. You, Atlas, Dev, and Keith. You are my perfect family."

"Oh, my angel..." Wes says and his eyes get teary-eyed, but he pulls me back into his embrace and I know it's just so I won't see him cry.

"You're right. You're absolutely right, and whatever happens, we will always have each other. I love you, Suri." He tightened his grip around me, so much so that he is close to crushing my bones.

"I love you, too, Wes, but I also really love breathing so please don't crush me to death." I exclaimed and he quickly pulled away, and we chuckled at each other.

I missed this. I missed just smiling and laughing and having no worries.

The past three months were a relief compared to what we had been through, but it certainly wasn't all just rainbows and butterflies.

It took Atlas and Wes about another three weeks to be able to get off of the hospital bed that first day I saw them, and Dev another month.

All three of them had to undergo more recovery sessions and healing ones with Queen Ariesa.

But it wasn't just the physical injuries that we were all recovering from, it was also emotional, because what happened in that hellhole was something that we would not easily forget.

We fought like hell, and yet we still almost lost each other. It was a heartbreak all of us thought we would never be able to move past from, and sometimes the boys and I just have this silent moment where we look at each other, really look, because we need to confirm that this was real. We were real. We were all here and this isn't just a dream.

But what is most devastating for the boys as well, is replaceing out that all these years, their mother never killed herself on that day.

She was killed by those lunatics.

When Atlas was recovering, he remembered it out of nowhere. I still remember him sobbing and wailing once he finally realized it and I held them in my arms the whole week, trying my best to keep all of us together, trying hard not to break apart piece by piece. Atlas heard from one of the wolves in the lunatics' Pack that their mother was identified in the old city they were living in back then, and they had planned to kill her so once they took away the boys, nobody would look for them. Fortunately, right after their mother's death, Keith and the boys packed up and moved to Los Altos which is why they were able to live peacefully without anybody knowing who they were and possibly kidnapped.

It was crazy to think that none of them knew at that time how close the evil was around them, and if they had stayed there for a day longer, who knows where they would be now?

Would they have been brainwashed by those assholes? Tricked into becoming monsters like them?

Whatever it was, this was clearly a much better outcome.

Them here. Safe. And us all together.

It was a tough road to get here, but we made it.

We made it.

"Damn, no invite for the group hug? Atlie and I are feeling left out."

When Wes and I pulled away, we saw the two walking towards us. They have just finished their last session with Queen Ariesa and I'm happy to see that they definitely are looking much better.

Dev still has to wear a hip brace for a few more days for safety measures, but other than that, my boys were almost a hundred percent again.

"Hurry up and get in here then," I exclaimed and they both smiled before rushing over and seconds later, I was engulfed by all of them.

Their warmth, their safety, and protection. This. This is all I need. They are all I need.

I am home.